Lights, Camera..

I want to sit on a worn black crate on 42nd Street with my Stratocaster strapped to my back and my amp by my feet. I want to churn out the worst of me in a six-string voice, and have people drop spare dollars and nickels in my overturned New York fitted. And then I want to get a cipher going in the middle of Times Square. Enough to shut down traffic as we spit knowledge over car horns and the cries of frustrated pedestrians. I want to learn how to tag trains, and then maybe be so bold as to tag those horse carriages that carry tourists around Central Park. I want my life to be movie scene, after movie scene, after musical act, after movie scene.